It Happened in Vegas

Chapter XI

Fuck. Do I think of something to say or do I avoid saying anything at all?
         "That's a pretty fucking odd color scheme." Elise finally said, filling the empty silence that felt like it'd dragged on forever. She moved to the farthest end of the elevator and sat against the hand rail. Dalia could tell that Elise was affected by their proximity as well.
Dalia nodded in agreement. "It is, but it's a traffic light party."
Elise looked at Dalia, confusion evident on her face. "Um... What the fuck is that?"
"You know what, I'm gonna keep it 100 with you, I'm not entirely sure.  There was no real description but there were a few pictures from the last year's party and a caption that said to wear red, green, yellow or gold."
The elevator pinged to let them know that they were on the right floor.
Dalia got off if the elevator fast, and Elise followed.
"Let me see the invite." Elise said as they walked down the hall.
Dalia pulled her phone out and looked for the party notification,  once she found it, she handed Elise her phone.
Elise looked at the pictures, it showed a large dark room with red, green, and yellow strobe lights everywhere. Smoke seemed to have danced across the floor as the DJ's speakers flashed an array of different colors. The dance floor was black and mirror-like so it reflected the strobe lights. There was nobody on the dance floor or around it in the picture. The caption under the photo said, "About to open the doors."
She scrolled to the next photo. It was a panoramic picture of that same room but full of people dressed anywhere from casually to provocatively in the theme-colored clothing.  She spotted a few people wearing black, white or grey but those people were riddled in green, red or yellow accessories and masks.
She scrolled to the next photo. This photo was a group selfie. The guy in the middle was wearing all green and a green mask and was surrounded by people wearing white and black but with different colored masks and accessories . Most of the guys in the picture didn't have shirts on and the women were wearing very few articles of clothing and what they did wear, didn't cover much.
The caption read: "Hanging with the first timers!"

Elise looked up from the phone to tell Dalia that the event looked promising. The smile wiped clear off of her face.  She was in front of room 99.
She looked up at Dalia, "It's probably best you go in first, just to make sure they're not in there." She handed Dalia the key card. "Ugh, fine." Dalia opened the door, and walked in. Elise was in the hallway listening for Dalia's 'OK' to come in.
She could hear Dalia walk to the middle door that combined the suites, she opened the doors, there was a pause.
    "I know you motherfuckers ain't still in here fucking!" Dalia yelled.
Elise came into the room and busted the door open. She looked around at the empty room, then at Dalia who was doubled over in laughter. "Chill incredible Hulk! Nobody's in here. I was just fucking with you."
Elise looked pissed. She smacked Dalia in the back of the head and walked into the other room.
Dalia came in behind her rubbing her head and still chuckling a little. "Ouch El, that fucking hurt."
"Good, Asshole." Elise said, grabbing her duffel bag from the side of the door.
"I was just playing, El." Dalia said more sincerely. "Well it wasn't funny, you play too much." Elise replied.
She refused to look at Dalia as she dumped  item after item on the bed.
Dalia came up behind her and placed one hand on her shoulder, Elise jumped a bit. The contact initially startled her, "I'm really sorry, I took that too far." Dalia placed her other hand on Elise's shoulder.
Elise shrugged her hands off. "Stop touching me, Dalia." Elise said in a tone that left no room for argument. She sounded irate.
"Elise." She placed both her hands on her shoulders again, this time rubbing them. "Elise, look at me." Dalia demanded, Elise shook her head.
"No, and please stop touching me." Her voice was steady but her body was shivering a bit.
Dalia didn't appreciate her tone and was almost offended by it. She turned Elise around and looked her in the eyes. There was anger there but it was being dominated by something different. Elise turned her face away from Dalia.
"Why can't I touch you, why are you acting like that?" Dalia asked. Elise stayed silent and didn't look at her.
"Hellloooo." Dalia said, beginning to grow impatient. She gave Elise a little shake, demanding her attention.
Elise shoved her away, "Because I'm mad at you, you fucking moron." Elise responded finally. She pushed Dalia again. "I'm not in the mood to forgive you right now, and you can't tell because it bothers you that I'm giving you the cold shoulder."  Elise pushed Dalia again.
"El, I hear what you're saying but stop pushing me." Dalia said, attempting a calm tone. She was frustrated and sure that Elise was being a bit melodramatic.
"Why?" Elise asked, pushing her again. "I'm just playing." She went to shove Dalia again but Dalia grabbed her by the arm and shoved her against the wall with her hand behind her back. "Stop fucking hitting me! I'm not playing this time."
Elise was taken aback but she wasn't afraid. She'd never been afraid of Dalia, even with Dalia in her face, pissed off and turning red, she felt perfectly safe, in fact,  she was turned on.
   Elise bit her lip, "What are you gonna do if I don't? Spank me?"
Dalia looked down at Elise's lips, and then licked her own. She gazed into her eyes, the anger was gone, replacing it was mischief and what Dalia had recognized before. That look that she now had a name for. Desire.